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I Only Know Paprika
Title: I Only Know Paprika
Characters: Noin, Zechs
Team: OZ
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: When I saw the prompt, I knew I had to write this one.
On Monday, he made sausages seasoned with paprika. On Wednesday, he made stew sprinkled with paprika. On Friday, he was peppering the rice with paprika when she stopped him.
“Zechs,” said Noin, pointing at their spice rack, “these aren’t for decoration.”
A sheepish smile curled his lips. “I only know paprika.”
“Really,” she teased, “in that case, let me introduce you to the curry.”
“What is it?”
“Originally? An Asian spice.” She guided him to the shaker and watched him scrutinize the label with amusement. “It’s a little like you actually. Exotic-sounding but really homely deep down.”
His brow furrowed. “Homely?”
Characters: Noin, Zechs
Team: OZ
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: When I saw the prompt, I knew I had to write this one.
On Monday, he made sausages seasoned with paprika. On Wednesday, he made stew sprinkled with paprika. On Friday, he was peppering the rice with paprika when she stopped him.
“Zechs,” said Noin, pointing at their spice rack, “these aren’t for decoration.”
A sheepish smile curled his lips. “I only know paprika.”
“Really,” she teased, “in that case, let me introduce you to the curry.”
“What is it?”
“Originally? An Asian spice.” She guided him to the shaker and watched him scrutinize the label with amusement. “It’s a little like you actually. Exotic-sounding but really homely deep down.”
His brow furrowed. “Homely?”